Saturday, May 26, 2007

Instead of picking bleef with little babies like myself, Big D and little c ought to do something productive- like start making playmates for me. In fact, I am providing evidence that little Baby Girl Nielson would make a very attractive... serial killer? No, a very attractive little girl. I'll even go so far as to suggest some good names for her. How about Rosa Parks Nielson. Or Harriet Tubman John-Nielson. Oprah Nielson?

And I don't just want one playmate. I need at least two. Maybe little Baby Boy Singer could join us. Perhaps Jen and Phil could name him Frederick Douglass Singer. William Edward Burghardt Du Bois Clark-Singer has a nice ring to it.

So get started, folks. My parents say making babies is fun and I need someone other than Brody to play with. We spend so much time together, people are starting to say we look alike. Crazy.

Monday, May 21, 2007

So here I was, just hanging out in my Red Sox gear like I always do on game days and I start hearing some SMACK questioning my allegiance.

You can't believe everything you hear from a dirty Mavericks fan...Actually, I heard the Mavs gave Daniel "Dirty Diaper" Nielson a coaching audition. He told Dirk he should take it easy and save himself for the second round. No wonder he's only coaching women's b-ball now.

Plus I hear he's a stinkin' drunk... which explains the wedding to Groucho Mc'NoWax over there.

I'm just glad my parents are true Bo' Sox fans and only have hair in appropriate places.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Today when my mom was doing laundry she stumbled upon a spider that has been living in the laundry room. She screamed so loudly that it quickly ran away. Later on, it also eluded my dad who was under strict orders to KILL it. He got a good look though, and he thinks it is a wolf spider.People keep those things as pets. Not me.

Anyways, my mom decided to leave the laundry for later and go shopping instead. While we were on the freeway, the car in front of us had a blowout and starting spinning out of control. My mom slammed on the brakes which made me cry, but, miraculously, we were able to stop in time. No one was hurt.

I had had enough excitement for one day, so thank goodness this last thing happened after I was in bed. My trusty dog, Brody was sniffing at something when my dad noticed a GIGANTIC scorpion hanging out on the very carpet where I play everyday!

He Ain't Heavy...

Booker (Bean) age 5 , Teichert (Ike) age 3 and introducing Asher (just Asher) age 8 months. We're too cool for our parents. They do boring things like sleep at night. Until they take us to Disneyland, we will continue to make that difficult. This blog chronicles all the fun and embarrassing things we like to do.